The choice is fine - number 9

A poem to believe in your choice and follow your heart; "make" it right even if its not the obvious one:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-- Robert Frost

Plays of fate - number 8

Has it ever occurred to you why you are reading this? Possibly a mysterious looking and a more generic force may be behind this. What - fate? No I was just talking about the connection between us! :P You don't have to always look into my posts searching for philosophically hidden meanings. There may be more to it than that.

Now that I've got you just where I wanted you to be (read: confused), I will bring forth the topic. This is because what I'll be discussing now doesn't have confirming answers. Actually, there are no answers at all! So let your subconscious mind take over and try not scratching your head.

Has it ever occurred to you why you are reading this? Possibly a mysterious looking and a more generic force may be behind this. What - déjà vu? Lol.. this might have been a deliberate one, but you know what I'm hinting at. I've been having these occasionally.. you might have too but probably involved in something else to let it go unnoticed. Thats what i meant by having a subconscious mind to this. Otherwise, there'll be more questions, no answers, and an even more confused mind! (add to that the infinite number of theories for it)

This was just an example. Having just finished reading Angels and Demons, I can figure out what the author was trying to say - to connect God and science in his attempt to provide answers. But what I ask is - do we "really" need the answers? I mean, whats the fun in life - finding answers or experiencing something that you have no answer for? Not that I'm an opposer of science (I'm an engineering student myself! And I know how important it is to get answers - especially in exams :P ), but I believe curiosity is a more desirable virtue.

I would rather be amazed at a phenomenon like déjà vu than have a psychologist explain how my brain chemicals make a fool of me. I would rather be watching the stars on a clear night, wondering what might be in there than discover that we are alone in the universe, or scary still - we are not alone. I would rather be saying a prayer before going to bed than know that I could only be speaking to myself while doing that.

I'll leave it to you to think about it now with a conscious mind!

In God's Heaven - number 7

God does make his presence felt. Before you dismiss this as another of the clichéd self-realization posts, I would tell you that it is not. What I'm about to tell you is the real presence of God. One you can just feel in a ground - I'm talking about the demi-god of cricket Mr. S. R. Tendulkar.

For those who've lost your faith in him, I'd say just pay one visit to Wankhade for a T20 match. Being privileged enough to watch the match between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Superkings, it was a double treat as the "Little Master" was making a comeback.

7:15 p.m. - 45 minutes before the match I walk up the steps that lead to the North Stand with my friends, and already the noise is deafening. As I look up after climbing, there stands before me the grand stadium - the lush green field with the players practicing, the floodlights flashing over the ground - I stood amazed. Not only because it was my first time to the stadium, but also because now I realised what the crowd was chanting. The sound was not at all discordant.. all were shouting the same thing - "Sachin Sachin!"

It took just a few more minutes to spot the great man and join in the chants.. never in my mind could I have imagined such a thrilling atmosphere! Theres Sanath, theres Murali, theres Pollock, but the crowd just wants one man - Sachin! This was truly the biggest proof of his popularity. This was the ground where he was booed once but now, as if an irony, he was making his comeback here, and the people weren't in a mood to miser any support to him.

The same shouts continued.. through the toss, through the bowling and through the batting.. till Sachin got out that is. (though these were interrupted between by a few moments of praise for Pollock, Suriya and a few boos for Dhoni - a bit embarrassing) In the end, as we got out of the stadium, we were grateful to the guy who got us the tickets.. Seeing the demigod was full paisa vasool!